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So the candle longs to burn To its socket quite away ; So the giddy wind would turn, And the blossoms of the may 'Stonish, fall and end their day; Bees pile up a miser wealth ; Cricket, grating in the trees, Tires out life—with masking stealth, Decrepit labour, racking wheeze Seeking death and dead man's ease.

J. S. LISTNELr4